This is a song about "Sam gray"

I don't know,maybe i'm too gray and old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

We might be back in this baby

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

The water i drink is gray-ish green, not sure if it's water or a creative scene.

Real niggas never hate another man

I'm more furious then serious sam

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

I don't let that stress me out, i don't need my hairs turning gray.

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way